Photo Credit: Ramesh Iyer
A gentle water, sprinkle on my feet
You held my hand running breathlessly.
I laugh, touch your face, as you chase,
and shout out: One, two, three!
We must! We will! Run, jump,
into the deep blue sea!
like a young child, ‘How could this be?”
mmmh fresh air! I feel so free;
smell like a blooming scented flower—
rising in my dream
A gentle water so clear, greenish,
Pleasant like the Caribbean sea.